Which demon? You’ve got your choice of a few, especially in season two.
I don’t know about the biggest or most shocking thing S&P’s ever let slide, but I was pretty surprised they didn’t have a bigger problem with Zelda’s ‘Wand of Karaoke-ing’. Like, that’s pretty obviously a – well, let’s just say that Gisnep’s censors obviously don’t employ a lot of women under thirty.
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Can we make it a trend to redraw pictures of Alex Hirsch as Ian? I want to see some Happy Flannel man of Fortune Ian!
At the very least you would warm the cockles of Mod M’s heart. Warm the senpai’s heart; art open season!
Every time I write dialogue for Sun-mi i’m imagining it in basically Aubrey Plaza’s voice.
What Friends Are For
Something that probably happens a little after the events of Reincarnation Blues. Thanks as always to @seiya234 for fact-checking, beta-reading, and cheerleading!
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The sound of a sharp rap on the apartment door broke Ian out of his stupor. He grabbed the remote, stabbing vaguely at the buttons as the light from the television flickered mutely over the living room floor. When had it gotten so dark?
He must have found the right button, because the prerecorded laugh track froze along with the action. Fake smiles strained across virtual actors’ faces for an instant before Ian switched to the channel for the peephole, his heart hammering like a fist beating against his ribcage from inside. The world that had faded to a dull background roar suddenly seemed sharp-edged and too full of shadows. It wasn’t – but it could be – he still had – dreams, fragments – and if Alcor had missed something in his head, then couldn’t somone else’s have been missed altogether, couldn’t someone else have put the pieces together and realised –
But it wasn’t a government agent whose unimpressed face stared back at Ian from the peephole camera feed. A jolt tore through him, like a full body scare chord, when Rosa pursed her lips and said directly into the camera, “Beale?”
“Don’t call me that,” Ian snapped, before realising she couldn’t hear him.
Rosa went on talking, her face distorted slightly by the fishbowl lens. “Mira says you ain’t been takin’ your meds.”
A reminder that Ian is still active on twitter and you can totally send him questions, tweets, and other such things.
He may even answer!
You may even like the answer!
Old but never uploaded.
The text is from the How Did Ian Lose His Eye? generator and it says “Riding down an ice covered slope upon Alcor the Dreambender”.
HC that Ian does something like the Between Two Pines special thing for Mizar the Magnificent near the finale.
Segments such as “count the noose” and “learn how to make your own fake blood!” were unfortunately cut.
HC: When Toby watches ‘Mizar the Magnificent’, he demonstrates an uncanny ability to spot EVERY SINGLE ONE of the hidden nooses Ian snuck past the censors. Including a few that not even the most dedicated fans had ever managed to find.

So I don’t know if anyone has pointed it out already, but in the credits for the finale the art director’s name is Ian. I thought it was coincidental.
Not coincidental at all! Ian Worrel has been the art director for Gravity Falls since episode one, and is something of a favourite of Mod M’s.
(Which is why the art director on Mizar the Magnificent is named Alex.)
Prompt: one of the Bill reincarnations interacting with an axolotl or several.
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They stepped into the office, and Ian coughed as some dust stirred in the air.
“Sheesh, I know we were gone for awhile but not that long.” He looked down at Bob but she wasn’t by his leg. Instead her eye was locked on the top of his computer and-
Oh.
Perched on the top of his computer was the stuffed aoxotl Mira had gotten for him out of a claw machine at a carnival when they had first started dating. Bob named it Kryptos, and Ian talked to it whenever he hit a dead end in the boarding process and felt ready to ram his head into a wall repeatedly.
Ian sat gently down on the floor, wincing as pain shot through his head at the movement. Bob flowed into his lap, more like water than a cat. Her fur was impossibly soft under his fingers, and she began to purr loud enough to rattle the windows.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked.
“Are you?” Bob countered, and Ian winced.
They both looked at Kryptos on the monitor, skin shiny and pink, unmarred, unblemished, a big friendly happy grin, soft rounded toes and softer webbing.
“Do you miss it?”
She looked at him inscrutably for a second, and then shifted in his lap back into her aoxotl form, the form he had known the other half of his soul as for most of his life.
The form that should have felt comfortable and familiar but didn’t. It felt like he had a full body itch, one that went deep under his skin and into his muscle and bones. It felt wrong and he knew Bob felt the same.
She shifted back into her tabby form, settled once more. "Yes,” she answered. But they both knew that she was lying.
(the itchy feeling, while diminished, was still there)